Get Shorty (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Grace Under Pressure - full transcript

MILES: Previously
on Get Shorty...

Hey! Owen here?

He moved out.

What?

Yeah, I haven't
seen him in days.

My calls go
straight to voicemail.

Amara. Rick just told us you
were coming, what a lovely surprise.

Welcome to Hollywood.

Have a drink, then
come to my hotel.

WAITER: Can I get
you anything else?

Get me another one of these.



Sir, where's your car?

My what? You're going downtown.

I didn't know she was gonna stay
in LA until five bloody minutes ago.

Is she here, in the office? Yes.

I'll call you.

(LINE RINGING)

KATIE: Hi, this is Katie. I'm not
in right now, so leave a message.

MAN AT BAR: Welcome back, dude!

You see, I don't even
want you to answer.

I'm just using your
voicemail as an audio diary.

Recording my
thoughts for posterity.

(SIGHS)

Still sorting out details,
but unless it all goes to shit,

it looks like this thing's
actually gonna happen.



Would be lovely to know if
you thought that was great news,

or if it doesn't much
matter either way.

Okay, I'll try again.

Love to Emma.

(PHONE BEEPS)

BOB: Uh, can we get
some more nachos here?

FEMALE CO-WORKER: Sure.

BOB: Nachos are on me,
guys! Okay? Now eat up.

FEMALE CO-WORKER: Thanks.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, let's go! We'll
play teams, all right?

Good guys are on my team,

bad guys are on the other
team. WOMAN: No! Yeah, right?

BOB: Don't know how to
play? I'll show you how to play.

FEMALE CO-WORKER:
That's sweet. (BOB LAUGHS)

FEMALE CO-WORKER: Very good try!

(GRUNTS)

You sure it's his? Yep.

So what's your in?

I don't know yet.

I'm not gonna wait up.

All right! Nachos!
Who wants nachos?

Nachos! Here, take it.
Yeah, pass 'em around.

Excuse me, is this yours?

Yeah, where did you...

Ah! You set it down,
I saw some kid grab it

and make for the door. I
said, "Is that your jacket?"

(SCOFFS) He dropped
it pretty quick and ran off.

You're shitting
me! Call the cops.

No, he's long gone.

Uh, thanks. This wasn't
cheap. (CHUCKLES)

MILES: No worries.

Bob! Yeah?

Buy him a drink. Oh! Hey,
uh, hey! You want a drink?

Oh, you don't have to do that.

No, no, no. No,
no. Hey, come here.

Um, another round for him,
and I'll have a nutmeg ale.

Sure thing. Okay. Thanks.

You know us. Thank
you! Yeah, sure!

You guys all work together?

Yeah, Gravity Pictures. These,
uh, kids all work in my office.

Oh, they're your minions.

Exactly. And it's
Lindsay's birthday!

Oh! What a nice boss, taking
them all out for happy hour.

Paying for nachos.

So you make movies, is it?

Well, I... I manage, uh,
productions on a budgetary level.

Ah, you're a numbers man!
That's where the deals get made.

Not wrong about
that. Hey, I'm Bob.

Rudy.

Hey, Rudy, how you doing? What
you, uh, what do you do, Rudy?

I drive for UberPOOL.

Oh. Um, you play darts?

I'm fuckin' awful.

Perfect! You're
up next. Come on!

All right, guys, Rudy, say "hi"
to Rudy, he's joining our group.

STAFF: Hi! FEMALE
CO-WORKER: Hi, Rudy!

FEMALE CO-WORKER
2: Hi, Rudy! Come on!

So the landlord stops
by, and he's, like,

83 years old or something.

And I say, "Lenny, I'm sorry, but
we can't pay the rent this month."

But my housemate
has this big bag of weed.

So I said, "Lenny, can
we pay you with this?"

So Lenny has a little think.

Then he takes the whole bag
of weed and fucking leaves.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

This was three
months ago... Yeah.

I haven't seen him since.

So we've either sent him off to an
early grave, or he's upstairs getting high.

Either way, we're
living rent free, so...

Oh, nice! Don't
ask questions, right?

Shi... I'm...

I'm paying rent and a
mortgage, killing me.

How'd that happen?

Building this big ol'
house in Toluca Lake,

and the city comes by
and they stop construction.

And he tells us... He says,

"Yeah, you know, you
don't the have proper permits

"for your infinity pool." I'm like,
"Wha... That was back in March."

Ruthless. Yeah.

Coming between a
man and his infinity pool.

(LAUGHS)

You know, I have
a buddy actually,

who works for the city, uh, what's it
called, where they issue the permits?

Uh... Uh, the Department
of Building and Safety.

Yeah, that's it. Oh, shit!

LA County?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. LA County.

I have to be in my
Uber in two hours.

It's great to meet you, Bob. Hey!
Yeah, yeah, you too, you too, uh...

Hey, Rudy. Rudy!
Hey, real quick.

Quick question. Um...

Think your friend,
uh... Do me a favor?

I think they're sticklers
for regulations down there.

Worst he could
say is "no," right?

I guess I could ask.

Ah! Awesome! Hey...
Can I get a pen real quick?

Sure, here you go.

That would be wonderful.

Really, really would
appreciate that.

Um, here's my number,

and please give me a
call after you talk to him.

I'll do that.

I'll fuckin' do that, Bob.

(GRUNTING)

Occupied!

APRIL: I was rereading
the script last night,

and I actually got emotional.

I realized I'm excited
about this project.

We have wonderful
actors, a director.

The director's in county
jail, that's a problem.

But I think this movie
could be something special.

Doesn't change the fact that my
involvement in this was coerced.

And I think you,
personally, are despicable.

Sorry, what did you say?

Hey! Didn't mean to hold you up.

Sorry. Come on.

Hey, why don't you sit, uh,
here. You sit over here. Ah!

Here we are! One
day from a "go" picture.

Yeah! It's amazing!

'Course we've all seen
projects get this far,

then take a
last-minute nosedive.

Well... Let's not
have that happen!

There a problem?

We need Bob Grace
to sign off on our budget,

or we don't move forward.

And we're currently way
over our target number.

And I'm gonna handle that.

You said that last week.
Have you met with Bob?

We've been trading calls.

Uh, trust me, when Bob
and I him roll up our sleeves

and get down to
dirty business...

We'll sort this shit out.

Who's Bob? He's
VP of Production.

What's he need to sign?

There's a lot of details that need
discussing between today and tomorrow.

Might be easier if
Rick explained it to you.

After the meeting
maybe. What's next, April?

Louis Darnell.

If you really want him back.

Well, he wrote the first
draft, and we all loved it.

Mm-hmm. He's affordable.

Use him for production
rewrites, that's fine.

But keep him away
from the press,

because for whatever reason,

the way he writes is
not the way he speaks.

Hold on. That's Hafdis,

I will connect him.

HAFDIS: Hello, everybody!

Hey! How are ya? How's
everything goin' in there?

Well, I haven't been raped yet.

Great.

This is Alec, he's my
lawyer. ALEC: Yep.

And he says that my arraignment

is on Thursday and
then I'm out, no problem.

We're glad to hear that.

But the table read is
tomorrow, as you know,

and it's very important.

Brandon will be there, he
wants the director present.

Yeah, yeah, but let's make
it during my visiting hours,

and we can do it the same way
we're doing it now. Is that okay?

I mean, if it's our
only option, then...

MALE GUARD: Time's up.

HAFDIS: What happened
to the five-minute warning?

Come on, let's go. Hey! Are
we living in a police state?

(CLEARS THROAT)

We should all go out and
celebrate after the table read.

Mm.

Miles' family is gonna be here,

so you can invite
your boyfriend, or...

I mean, if you have one.

How long you worked
with Rick? Three years.

Yeah, you want to be a
producer? I'm a singer.

No kidding! Where do you...
Do you perform around here?

Not currently.

Huh! Well, maybe you'll
sing for me someday.

Probably not.

Okay.

You know, he's a little crazy,

but I think that's good
for the project, right?

Anyway, I could get a
sandwich or something if...

I don't know If you're hungry.

Sure worked up an
appetite. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT) So,
um, what did April say?

About what?

What do you mean, "about what?"

About me coming
back as the writer.

Yeah, she's fine with it.

Yeah! Hey! Thank you, buddy.

I know that she wasn't
too hot on the idea.

These are the
notes from the studio.

I need to get 'em done
in time for the table read.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, right.

What are you talking about?
The table read tomorrow?

No, no. No. I told you I
was gonna get some help.

So do it.

Look, you don't just
hand a writer pages,

and, like, snap your finger.
You know, it's a process, Miles.

It's a few fuckin'
lines, Lulu! Just...

I'm trying to handle a
hundred things at once,

I'm trying to focus on Amara
in the production meeting,

I'm trying not to focus on
her in the fuckin' bathroom.

Amara in the bathroom?

Close the door.

CALDERON: What's it called?

WARE: The Admiral's Mistress.

Sort of a, uh...

BUCHHOLZ: Costume drama.

Like Shakespeare in Love.
My wife's favorite movie.

Great movie.

And De Escalones is
producing this thing?

Investor. Strictly money.

She drops 12 bodies in Nevada,

and now she's Spielberg.

Los Chapulines cartel?
Southern Nevada branch.

Got her eye on LA.

She have a place here?

Hotel room. But this
is more than a visit.

Or she's really making a movie.

(LAUGHS)

Some good shit, brother.

All day, every day.

Yo, Leo. Mm?

What time you work?

Forty minutes. Up all
night, you going to work?

Transpo never sleeps.

He's a driver on a movie,
bro. He works mad hours.

We get four hours of sleep if
we're lucky. Everyone on set.

We don't have flake. We do
whatever. Adderall, caffeine pills...

Caffeine pills?

You sell shit this
good on a lot?

You'd make hella stacks.

You know anyone
at Gravity Pictures?

Was on a show there last
year. Let me grab my shit.

I can get us in that studio.

Bring another key, maybe two.

We're not clear to do
business here in LA.

It's not a big operation.
It's just a couple keys.

Yeah, but we with Amara, right?

I mean, if Mexico thought
Amara had business in LA,

that shit would
get serious quick.

Mexico? Like you know what
the fuck you're talking about.

Mexico. Little bitch.

Getting coffee if you want it.

I'm good.

Rick. Can I borrow
you for a second?

I'm having a hell of a time
with this casting breakdown.

Yeah! Yeah.

(SIGHS)

What you got?

You're not working
on the breakdown. No.

He knows? Yeah?

You know, the bolt
on that bathroom door,

that doesn't slide all the
way. We got to get that fixed.

Rick? You think
that you locked it,

somebody pushes it.

Okay. All right. It
was unprofessional.

I can't say I'm surprised,

given the amount of terrible fuckin'
decisions you've been making.

Okay. Hold on, just, can I?

Me and Miles have been
with Amara for a while.

And we have seen
boyfriends come and go.

Mostly go.

And, when there's
been a, uh, a break-up?

It's our job to
pick up the pieces.

So, are you thinking
she's gonna get hurt.

Not her, you.

Okay. Well, uh,
I'm a big boy, guys.

What? (CHUCKLES)

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Physically?

Look, I don't know what
went down with you and,

uh, the whole face thing,
but, that was business.

It's all business with Amara.

See, in theory, we're
all in this together.

But that's not the
way she thinks.

No. Stop it. You don't
know her like I do.

(SIGHS)

Um...

No, listen. Is she a
tough negotiator? Yeah.

But under that, that...

Under that, she's a... A
sensitive, supportive woman.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to bring my
personal life into the workplace.

Okay? We'll be more discreet.

The office toilet, Rick?

The lock is broke!

And knock, maybe.

I don't need a wing man on
this one, guys. Okay? Thanks.

What about this
does he not get it?

I mean, he's just never come

across anyone like Amara before.

Or... Maybe it turns him on.

Do you have a burner
I can borrow? Yeah.

You know, historically speaking,

Amara's boyfriends last
three, maybe four days, so...

And if we have to make
this movie without Rick,

that is what we will do.

Hi, is Bob there? It's Rudy.

He'll know what it's about.

Gonna get a writer.

Roberto! How goes it?

Barry? Barry!

What are you doing here?

It's Nathan.

Yeah!

Owen's housemate. Sure! Yeah.

I'm the new PA!
Do you work here?

Yeah! I, uh...

I wrote the screenplay.

I thought Louis Darnell
wrote the scree...

Oh! Barry's a nickname.

Yeah. No, people
here, they call me Louis.

Oh! You are so
talented. (CHUCKLES)

Aw, thanks. So you and
Owen are both writers.

Hey! When was the
last time you saw Owen?

(BULLET FIRED)

Been a while.

Is that Vernon?

You remember Nathan.
He's our new PA!

Owen's housemate!

Oh, would you look at that!

You two know each other?

They're friends
with my housemate.

My ex-housemate.
She got me the job.

Plus, I know Rick
Moreweather, so...

I hope we're keeping you busy!

Yeah!

Lots to do.

NATHAN: Yep.

Better get back to it.
Good seeing you, Vernon.

Vernon? He's not very bright.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah. He's gotta be with LAPD

or the Feds.
Probably got a wire.

I don't know, he's the one
who told me about Rick.

Oh, he has to know that I
didn't write the screenplay!

Not if Owen didn't
show it to him.

Well, that's what you
said about the girlfriend,

see how that fuckin' turned out.

MILES: So what're we gonna do?

(COWS MOOING)

NATHAN'S MOM: We
can't afford much help.

No way I run the farm by myself.

When you go to LA, I
don't know how we get by.

Mom! Do you know how much
Jake Gyllenhaal makes per movie?

18 million dollars.

If I make half of that,
we're set for our life.

Okay, and I'm not
saying I get it right away.

But give me a few months,
and I'll send you a check.

Like talkin' to a brick wall.

If I may?

Everyone likes working with you.

And I like working with you.

But the roles I cast
you in, they were small,

and the reason you
didn't get big parts is...

You're not good.

If you're not good enough for
Dyersville Regional Theater, how do you...

But you always told us
to shoot for the moon,

and if we'd missed, we'd
end up among the stars.

I meant that, but not for you.

At least, not for this.

You're all looking out for
me, which is awesome.

But I, I don't
want you to worry,

because no matter what,
I'm not gonna give up.

I should go finish packing.

Uh, but Gary, don't leave
without saying goodbye!

I'll be down in a few minutes.

Better he doesn't run the farm.

How come?

'Cause he's dumber
than a bag of hammers.

(SIGHS)

Why she say "nosedive"?

Huh?

The lady. She say
we take a nosedive.

Oh, April. No,
she didn't mean it.

But I pay for all of this.

The office, all these people...

If they don't make the movie,
do they give me back my money?

You don't have to worry.

I mean, we're full
steam ahead here.

What's this?

That's a list of areas
with tax incentives.

Movie takes place in England,

we'll probably shoot in
Vancouver, or somewhere like that.

Nevada?

Yeah, Nevada,
good tax incentive,

not a good visual match.

We need English
gardens, not deserts.

And there's no crew in Nevada.

I get you a crew.

No, I mean, union guys.

I can get cooks, drivers.

From the casino?

I know all kind
of people, Ricky.

And I give you a good price.

CUSTOMER: Can I get a
decaf macchiato, please?

FEMALE BARISTA:
Double shot Americano?

CUSTOMER: Oh, that's me, thanks.

(SIGHS)

What you working on?

(SIGHS)

I wasn't trying to
be weird, I just...

She thought I
was hitting on her.

I just wanted to know what
her screenplay was about.

Since I produce movies.

I'm writing a screenplay.

Oh! You ever sell one?

Had a few nibbles.

This one's about
Dresden in the 1700s.

It's called The
Rebel of Liebstadt.

That is a good title.

Oh! Quick word about our new PA.

(SCOFFS) You guys
are friends, that's so cool.

Yeah. I'm gonna
need you to let him go.

Why? It's not working out.

Because? Not a good fit.

Well, he's got a good attitude.

Yeah, he does.

Oh, you want me to tell
him that it's not working out,

because he's not a
good fit. Thanks, Gladys.

KATIE: Hi.

Holy shit! You answered.

Uh... Uh, I'm
completely unprepared

for a conversation with a
real human being. Um...

We're coming tomorrow.

Yes, you... You're bringing
me one of my actors.

She's been rehearsing
her lines on an endless loop.

So if she backs
out, I can step in.

I'm not sure you could pass as
a 12-year-old. Fourteen, maybe.

Thanks for being patient.

I'm not being patient, Katie,
I just don't have a choice.

There's just some
questions I need to answer,

for everyone's sake.

I've almost got 'em figured out.

Like, emotional questions?
What are you talking about?

Uh... Ms. Daly? Attorney Bates.

Hi, let me get off the phone.

Miles, I gotta go. I'll see
you tomorrow at 3:00.

Bye. How are you? Please.

(SIGHS)

Oh! Hey, Walon, right?

Rick Moreweather.

Listen, um, did you book the
conference room tomorrow?

Right.

Okay, good, 'cause we need
to get in there for a table read,

they said you guys don't
need it till the evening.

Huh? So, if we could get
in there in the afternoon...

You made those
giant spider movies.

Yeah. That was a while ago.

Ah, that must make for
an interesting table read.

Do the actors play spiders?

(CHUCKLES)

So you guys, you
in there for the day?

'Cause we'll, we'll
leave you all set up.

Can't help you, my friend.

Asshole.

He work down there?

Yeah, it's okay, come on.
We'll find another place.

Uh, I need you to
call me back ASAP.

I have found a writer,
got a writing sample.

Title's in a foreign
language, so...

Probably good. But I need
you to check it before we go...

Hey, you got a call
from... Uh... Sorry.

No, it's okay. I'm off.

April's office called.

They were hoping to get those
new pages from you by tonight.

(SCOFFS) I just got
the notes this morning.

Well, they said it
was just a few lines.

Oh! Yeah, well, why don't they
write it, if they think it's so easy.

You know, I read
your first draft,

even before Rick got it.

It was wonderful.

I think you're gonna be fine.

Want to get dinner?

When?

Anytime. Just,
like, tomorrow, or...

You pick the place, let me know.

Hmm!

I'm not sure I understand.

Well, hypothetically, if
someone had a business,

like, if they were
a movie producer,

and an investor were using
money from an illegal business.

Could that producer
get in trouble?

Depends on what they knew
about the origin of the money.

Or what could be proved.

And if the producer wanted
to keep making movies,

but didn't wanna be...

Legally culpable? Right.

They'd have to insulate themselves
from the source of the money.

And how would they do
that? I mean, hypothetically?

I'll tell you what he said,
but in my opinion, Bob,

you don't want any part of this.

Why not? I called Danny.

He does plan checks
for residential inspections,

and I said, "Danny?

"I have a man trying
to build his dream pool,

"and he needs our help."
Danny says, "No problem."

Really? And he can get
permits inside of a week.

Holy shit! But then,
then Danny said...

I can't believe
I'm repeating this.

He said, because
his job's at risk,

he wants 10 grand in cash.

Oh! That's what I said. I said,

"Bob will not want to have
any part of this, Danny."

Seems kind of shady.
Oh! Extremely shady.

Yeah. I mean, truth be told,

I, I... Yeah.

Spend that much in rent
and attorney's fees in a month.

Yeah, you're not gonna wanna get
involved in this kind of thing at all, Bob.

Yeah... Shit... No... Hmm.
I mean, I can't believe it.

I mean, if I had thought that
Danny would pull this kind of shit,

I would never
have brought it up.

Yeah. Yeah.

The food here is good
value, isn't it? Yeah.

This is not a reflection
of your performance.

I mean, I thought the
job was longer than a day.

But I met some

really cool people so...

Thank you.

Please don't thank me.
Yeah, I'll clear out my desk.

I don't have a desk, but
I'll just grab my backpack.

Thanks again!

(KNOCK ON DOOR) Comin'!

What's up, dog?

Oh, I thought it
was room service.

Okay, uh, she's in the shower.

No, no, no, no. I want
to talk to you. Come here.

Oh. Okay.

Listen, you know
I've been really busy,

so I haven't been involved
in the whole movie thing.

Huh. But last night
I was watching

Paranormal Activity.
You ever seen that shit?

I don't think so.

You, you gotta
check that shit out.

Anyway, I realized that being
around artistic people, like you,

that's some interesting
shit. Yeah. Uh-huh.

And I heard my Tia say that
you have some table meeting?

I really want to go.

To the table read?

Table read, yeah. Yeah.

And I wanna invite
my buddy, Bliz?

Oh! Yeah! Yeah,
okay, it's at 3:00.

I'll get you a drive
on. That's very cool.

Thank you, dog. Mm-hmm.

I'm looking forward
to that creativity.

Yeah! Me, too. (NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Oh!

All right! All right.

You must be Bob.

Danny, right?

Hey, thanks for helping me out.

Yeah, we're helping
each other out.

Here's a little, uh, little
something for your effort.

Yeah...

So what kind of a, uh...
Timeline we're looking here?

Rudy was saying that we... Yeah.

(SIGHS) Five
seconds with that guy,

I knew he was a shit bird.

(SIGHS)

Should we go on, maybe?

(SIGHS) Man, the writer
still hasn't sent the pages.

I fuckin' hate deadlines.

I mean, he was at his
day job, earlier, but, I mean,

he's been home for two hours!

What's his day job?

Valet.

He...

Well, at least if
his writing is shite,

it's not like Brandon
will shut down the movie,

and then Amara will
have us both killed.

Yeah, okay. I... Oh,
no, wait a minute.

That is what will happen.

I'll call him as soon as we get
back to the apartment. Okay?

A fucking valet?

Quit bugging me, man.

Got a lot of stress.

(SIREN WAILING)

Front desk called, said
she's on her way up.

You sure about this?

I'm curious.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello, Amara. Ed.

Thanks for seeing me.

Miles give you my phone number?

I've had it for years.

AMARA: Lots of men work for me.

I don't talk to their wife.

Then I'm glad you
made an exception.

Can I sit? I have a lot to say.

(KATIE SIGHS)

It's great, what you're
doing with the film.

It's exciting, and I'm,

I'm sure there's a
practical benefit as well.

What do you know about it?

I came to say,

I think there's an
opportunity, moving forward.

For you and for Miles.

And you?

For all of us.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Oh, hey!

Thanks for letting us use
that conference room, really.

Okay? We're gonna keep
it spick and span, trust me.

Yeah, it's all yours. Okay.

Whoa-ho! What happened?

Uh... Uh, I was
coming down the stairs

in the parking
garage, and I twisted it.

Oh, stairs in the back, right?

And I hate those
freaking stairs!

Yeah, this whole
place is a death trap.

Lindsay, right?

Yeah.

Rudy.

We met at the bar the
other night. (CHUCKLES)

That's right. Good
memory. Hey there, Bob!

Wait a second. Cheers, Lindsay.

BOB: What are you doing here?

Just dropping in.

And, uh, I thought I'd
run something by you.

How'd you get on the lot?

Gate three.

But don't you... You
have no windows, Bob.

(CHUCKLES)

You might go a
little mad down here,

with just filing cabinets
and spreadsheets.

(GRUNTS) What did
you want to run by me?

Oh, yes.

I need a favor.

Okay.

You have a project here
called The Admiral's Mistress.

I hear it's great.

I need you to sign off on the
budget so they can start production.

What's your connection?

I just thought, seeing
as I'm doing you a favor,

helping you to bribe a
government employee,

which I think is a
fucking felony, Bob,

I just thought maybe you
could help me with this.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

When we first met at the
bar, you knew who I was.

You told me who you were.

You're helping me out,
and I, I appreciate that.

But what you're
asking is, you know...

(INHALES SHARPLY) You want
tickets to a premiere, um, I'm your guy.

Um, box set of, uh, DVDs...

The production budget, Bob,
would you say that's in this office

or would Lindsay have it
in one of her filing cabinets?

Thanks for stopping by, Rudy. You
want to call me later, let me know.

Sit down, Bob.

Who the fuck do you
think you are, huh?

Get out of my office.

Hey, Lindsay! (THUDS)

I work for serious people, Bob.

LINDSAY: It's locked.

You play games with us,

we'll bury you under
the fucking foundations

of that fancy house
you're building.

(GRUNTS) LINDSAY:
Did you need me?

Say you want the budget.

Lindsay? LINDSAY: Yeah?

Could you bring
us the 2D version

of The Admiral's Mistress
production budget, please?

LINDSAY: Okay.

Now you can sit down.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, perfect! Thank you!

Oh, can I borrow that
pen? Cheers, Lindsay.

It's a good investment,
Bob. In more ways than one.

(PEOPLE ALL CHATTING)
MAN: April, how are you?

EMMA: Dad.

Hey! You're over
there, with the talent.

What if I mess up?

Well, your dad's the producer, so
you're probably not getting fired. Go on.

There's a lot I want
to say. (SIGHS) Mm.

Maybe at dinner?

That sounds daunting.

Any chance we
might enjoy ourselves?

I'm planning to enjoy it.

Oh.

How'd it go? Good, I think.

Well, I'm glad, 'cause
we've got a situation.

What?

(WHISPERS) What the
fuck? (GRUNTS) Mm-hmm.

Gladys!

May I ask, what the fuck
Nathan is doing at the table?

Lord Sheridan is a
pivotal fucking role.

We had actors who
were unavailable,

so I guess casting
got readers to sub in.

Why are they using him?

GLADYS: He must have
volunteered before I fired him.

Have you heard him
speak? He sounds like Spicoli.

Everybody, uh, why
don't we get started, huh?

Please, you've, you've got your
assigned seats, we're all here.

It's okay. RICK: And, um...

We're happy you're here. And tell
you what, we're gonna turn it over

to your director now. Hafdis!

Hey! Yeah, whenever
you're ready.

HAFDIS: (STUTTERS)
Can you hear me?

Yes, we can hear you.

Okay, great. Well,
welcome everybody.

So glad you can, yeah, all
join us on this very special day.

Such an exciting
project, I'm so thrilled!

(CHUCKLES) But
now, let us begin.

(PEOPLE CHUCKLING)

Great! Let's go! (CLEARS THROAT)

AD: Exterior, Munro
Estates, evening.

Rolling hills give way to
chalk cliffs and gray ocean.

Reveal Lord Munro, handsome
despite his lined visage.

With him is Lady Margaret.

Are you certain Lord
Culph will attend the ball?

Quite sure.

Lillian is not so foolish
as to hope for an audience,

but she would lay eyes on him.

His Lordship has many
obligations, she is not among them.

You, on the other hand...

Felton approaches Margaret and her
smile betrays her pleasure at seeing him.

I hear my lady is to attend a
ball at Sumerford this evening.

A recently-acquired cough
may prevent me from attending.

A cough? Margaret
gives a fake cough.

(COUGHS) (ALL LAUGH)

MAX: Sounds serious.
(ALL CHUCKLING)

But if I were feeling well
enough to take a walk later,

and you were to leave your
mother's house to get some air,

it isn't impossible that we
might pass each other by.

They're interrupted by the
sudden appearance of Kitty,

a servant girl carrying
a basket of laundry.

Felton!

Kitty drops the laundry and embraces
Felton. Margaret looks on wistfully.

They said you weren't coming
back, but I wouldn't believe them.

Kitty, dear, not in front of
the lady, it's over-familiar.

Sorry, milady. BECCA: Nonsense.

You wish to embrace an old
friend. Who could blame you?

Blushing, Kitty picks up her basket
of laundry and excuses herself.

Unable to contain her smile,

Felton watches her go and slowly
turns to gaze upon the house.

In here.

2 grand, right?

Is this a police station?

88th Precinct on
Compton Justice.

Yo, for real?

My mom's be watching that show.

(SIGHS) Got any movie or TV friends need
a hookup, tell them to give us a shout.

Cool. Hey, y'all. Check it out.

They got me, bro.

I'm looking at
some serious time.

A 12-year-old stable
boy readies a horse.

Behind him, Lord
Henry Sheridan enters.

Oh, shit, here we go.

Outwardly handsome but
with something dark at his core,

dressed in full riding gear,

Sheridan approaches.

Oh, fuck's sake!

You. Yes, sir?

I wished to ride the bay, but now
I find the roan has been saddled.

The stable master
gave you instructions,

still you saddled
the wrong horse.

Is it me? Or is he all right?

I mean... Yeah.

BOY: I'll fix it, sir... I did
not say you can move.

Look at me when
I'm addressing you.

(SIGHS)

AD: The boy forces
his gaze upwards.

Please, sir, it will
not happen again.

No, it won't,

as I shall whip you bloody in order
to fix the incident in your memory,

and ensure you don't
disappoint me next Sunday.

Take off your shirt.

AD: Weeping, the
boy pulls off his shirt.

Since I have made your
daughter's acquaintance,

I cannot sleep.

I cannot eat.

I am a shadow of my former self.

If the lady does not
return my affections,

I ask her to put me
out of my misery.

I think you will be very
pleased with her answer.

(SIGHS)

Sheridan bolts the
door behind him,

Margaret starts to back away.

Do not come near me.

A man may treat his
property as he desires.

He may shatter a dish,
he may beat his dog.

And he may bed the
woman who's to be his wife,

with force, if necessary.

You are a scoundrel.

One who is to share a
bed with you tomorrow.

He's pretty fuckin'
good, isn't he?

Track with Margaret as she
walks to the cliffs. Camera rises up.

As the sun sets on the day, and
on a lifetime of regret. The end.

(ALL CHEERING)

Beautiful.

Wonderful, wonderful,
wonderful. Hafdis, anything?

That was beautiful.

Thank you! MALE
GUARD: All right. Let's go.

Yes, I know. Shut
that off. Shut that off.

Hey, everybody, there's plenty of
lunch here that's gonna go to waste.

Thank you very much.

(ALL CHATTERING)

That went okay. Those new
lines really worked. Right?

Read like a house on
fire. Don't you think?

Yeah. And how about
our new Lord Sheridan?

Uh, no, no, he's just a reader.

No, no, not anymore.

He's twice as good
as the actor we had.

We're not doing this, right?

I don't know...

I mean, his roommate
wrote the fuckin' script.

How long before he puts the
pieces together? I don't know, Lulu.

Don't do this.

He was fuckin' brilliant!

We can't go back
to the other guy now.

Yeah, we can. We gotta
do what's best for the movie.

Hey. That was fun.
Can't wait to do it again.

(CHUCKLES)

It always ends really
well for child stars, right?

Come on, let's get you
a donut or something.

(KATIE CHUCKLES)

The great cast, the
ocean battle, the drama...

It left me wondering... Why
was it so fucking boring?

I told you that
wasn't my experience.

(SIGHS) I wanted to crawl
under the table and go to sleep.

I still think there's a
built-in audience for this.

Yeah, well, Bob
Grace agrees with you.

What? Messages?

Bob ran projections for
domestic and international,

says there's a
significant upside.

(SCOFFS) Beats
the hell outta me.

Look at these heavy
hitters. Fantastic.

You liked it? All I have to
say is, "Let's make a movie!"

(HOOTING) Yes!
All right! (LAUGHS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Let's sit down, talk
about a start date.

You know, I've never
even been to Nevada.

Mm?

Nevada?

Where we're shooting.

Yeah, I've been CC'ing you on all
those emails. The locations with rebates.

He actually lives in Nevada.

Uh, yeah, it's just, um...

England is very lush and green.

Nevada is a fuckin' desert.

RICK: With rebates.

And Rick and Amara got
us a deal on local crew.

So all that money
goes to the screen!

That's fucking brilliant.

(PHONE RINGING)

TV PRESENTER: Three
questions, from me to you.

For each correct answer
about a travel destination.

Hello? NATHAN: Mom! Mom!

Hi, honey. It's Nathan.
NATHAN: I got a part!

A what?

Yeah, I'm playing the lead!

Says he's playing a lead.

What's that mean?

Dad's asking, what's that mean?

Oh, that the producers liked me,

so they're giving me a big role.

I know I said it
would happen sooner,

you know, and it's
already been nine months.

But they're paying me scale.
And I can send you 60 grand...

60 what?

Thousand, thousand.

(BATTERY LOW INDICATOR BEEPS)

Uh, hey, my phone's dying, I, I
got to find somewhere to charge.

Um, I'll call tomorrow?
Uh, love to Dad.

Bye, bye, bye! (KISSES)

(SIGHS)

Sends his love. Mm.

He says he's sending us $60,000.

He sound high?

Maybe.

At least he's not dead.

There's that.

(PEOPLE CHATTING)

Lot of old people here.

(WHISPERS) And tourists. Yeah.

But I dig it, and you were
very sweet to take me.

(INHALES SHARPLY) That's a
nice red, it's not too expensive.

Oh, yeah, you
have it, I don't drink.

Oh.

AA?

No, no. I'm a Mormon.

(SNORTING LAUGHTER)

Are you?

Uh, I mean, Mormons
are fascinating.

Um, I'm glad that you think so.

(CHUCKLES)

No coffee, and no booze, right?

Well, no smoking, no caffeine.

No premarital sex, no drugs.

Those are the
biggies. (CHUCKLES)

No sex?

No premarital sex.

You just make out?

You can't make out?

You can, uh, just without a
lot of intensity, or for very long...

I feel like you're
bumping on this, uh...

So what is all of
this leading up to?

Well, ideally, a very
intimate friendship.

And, well, if things progress...

We get married? (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

So, I should just say, the
whole "not having sex" thing,

that probably won't work for me.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

EMMA: I was so nervous, and then
Max Kisbye came over and he was so nice!

But it was so weird, because I'm used
to seeing him in, like, all of his movies?

And he's really different in
real life. Who's she talking to?

Every 12-year-old in
southern Nevada. (CHUCKLES)

EMMA: acting, I said,
"Am I into acting?"

Weren't we gonna
have a conversation?

After dinner. (CLEARS THROAT)

After dinner, before sex? Or
after dinner before an argument?

(EMMA CHATTING IN
THE BACKGROUND)

KATIE: You still
have that house?

Are you saying you
want to live with me?

'Cause to be honest
I'm kind of enjoying

the setup that myself
and Lulu have here.

Yeah, I get it.

It's a lot of good amenities,

on site dry cleaners,
personal hairstylists.

Have you run this by Emma?

Well, I thought we'd
do that together.

I mean, let's be honest.

If she doesn't want to move, we're
still gonna make her, she's fuckin' 12.

(CHUCKLING)

Mm.

Something else.

You want me to see if I can
bring the hairstylist with me?

I knew you were gonna ask.

About Amara.

(SIGHS)

Okay, look, if your job
really is making movies,

and you happen to be using
Amara's money, I can live with that.

But realistically, there's no
way she lets you walk away

when the movie's done.

Didn't you just say that you were
happy to live with me? (SIGHS)

Well, Amara being
involved isn't a deal-breaker.

I mean, people in her
position don't last forever.

But if she goes down, I
don't want you going with her.

So I met with a lawyer...

Ah, come on...

And he said if Amara forms
a shell company and an LLC...

Whatever the fuck that is.

Well, it's what she
does with her casino.

Then she can fund as
many movies as she wants,

and you're not implicated.

I mean, she lets you
be a full-time producer.

We don't know if she's
gonna agree to that.

She will.

She did.

I mean, we didn't get into the
details, but she liked the basic...

You spoke to Amara?

In her hotel.

No.

Are you out of
your fuckin' mind?

I'm trying to get us
away from this woman,

and you're having chats
with her at the hotel?

Did you bring Emma,

or was she having a smoke
with Ed in the fuckin' lobby?

If I'd told you, you wouldn't
have let me! No, shit.

Katie, you think you understand
this woman, you're out of your depth.

If I want to be with you, I don't
have a lot of fucking options here.

Baby...

At least it gets
us out of Nevada.

Did I mention where
we're shooting the movie?

What?

EMMA: Are we celebrating or not?

Hello?

(SOFT JAZZ PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Moreweather?

Agents Ware and Buchholz,
FBI. You have a minute?

Could I see that badge again?

That's real? Uh-huh. Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm, uh,
expecting company, so...

How long do we have?

Uh... Twenty minutes.

Hmm. Better get to
it. Is it all right if we sit?

Yeah.

Amara de Escalones runs the southern
Nevada branch of Los Chapulines cartel.

Heard of Los Chapulines?
Guardianes de la Muerte?

(CLEARS THROAT) Mr. Moreweather.

Amara is currently
expanding her territory

into northern and
northwestern Nevada.

She had 12 men shot to
death in Indian Springs.

And before that...

WARE: This was a
business partner of Amara's.

This was a lover. Lover.

Lover.

(RICK GASPING)

Thanks for your time.
We'll let ourselves out.

You're leaving?

Yeah, we're just
bringing you up to speed.

You ever want to
talk about anything...

Just give us a ring.

Uh... But I'd burn that
before she gets here.

Yeah.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)